This poem is taken from PN Review 246, Volume 45 Number 4, March - April 2019.
Tricing (after César Vallejo)
An experimental translation of Trilce by César Vallejo
I
who
is making all that racket, and won’t leave
us sky-enduring islands
be, excreting our testaments?
a bit of
courtesy, for christssake. soon
it’s late again, day again, lightsout, reveille
the guano soon
posting a capital gain
o thou treasury
of preciousest shit
which the sea-stockinged pelican
drips on the atoll of the heart,
o raft rocking on glass
-blown waves.
a bit of
courtesy, oozing white crut
6 p.m. nothing but
THESE KNOCKOUT B-FLATS.
...
who
is making all that racket, and won’t leave
us sky-enduring islands
be, excreting our testaments?
a bit of
courtesy, for christssake. soon
it’s late again, day again, lightsout, reveille
the guano soon
posting a capital gain
o thou treasury
of preciousest shit
which the sea-stockinged pelican
drips on the atoll of the heart,
o raft rocking on glass
-blown waves.
a bit of
courtesy, oozing white crut
6 p.m. nothing but
THESE KNOCKOUT B-FLATS.
...
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